When I got inside my room to take my bag mother followed me to my bedroom. I sat on my bed with my head down. Tears started rolling down again. Mother... stood beside me. I started crying and said-Me- sorry mother. . . . .Really I am very sorry… . .It was a great mistake. I should not have done so. . ..Mother- (in very gentle voice) chetu. . .I too fell very sorry. . . Even I should not have scolded you like that.Listening to her words my emotion bursts out. Instantly mother took me in her arms. Can you do that for me? Can you go pack and get ready to go”? Wiping their faces they both nodded and went to help their brother, just then a light knock came at the door. I whispered, “Go”, signaling to the girls to go. As they went down the hall, I chambered a round in my gun and peeked through the spyhole of the door, “Natashia”. I opened the door bringing her in. “What’s this mean, you have to leave”, she asked. I quickly ran down the story version I told the kids, she just. She cleared her throat and Dick looked up surprised. His eyes brightened up as he saw Batgirl. He said, "Hi Baby back for seconds?"She was surprised to see his cock begin to harden again. She took her eyes off of Dick's member. She blurted it out, "I'm sorry this is not going to work out, I've met someone else!"With that she turned and ran out of the apartment and to her cycle. She rode like the wind and once safely back at her apartment, she let out her bottled up emotions. She cried for the. My stage is different but like them, I'm called by a number, my phone number. No, they dance for survival, facing the horror of what they must do to survive. Me, I dance because I want on the stage. That's who I am, a dancing whore on the meat market stage.Convincing myself I was just a sex object, my esteem plummeted to my late teenage years. At least then I had innocence. My esteem reached its nadir.William’s love is right; I’m a bitch whore, used for screwing then dumped. No man loves me,.